During a week where tremendously sad news has passed through Merseyside, it would be a massive oversight not to mention our greatest ever midfielder, and possibly our greatest ever player, Alex Young.
Alex Young, like too many families across the blue portion of Merseyside, was incredibly important to my family. My Uncle grew up watching the man and would tell me stories of a man who quite literally transcended the game. He was the greatest player he’d ever seen, and will likely ever see. He was an idol to him, and to our family, so much so that I was named after the man.
The Golden Vision was more than a Footballer, and as Bill Kenwright said, ‘When you hear the name Alex Young, you don’t think Footballer, you think God’.
And as long as Everton lives on, Alex Young, the Golden Vision, is immortal.
We have a game against Spurs this weekend to see if we can continue our tremendous form, and for that, we’ll need a team. That’s the main reason I’m here, after all.
We go into the match in great form, and Spurs are lagging. They suffered a humiliating European exit but bounced straight back against Stoke. Who knows what to expect. They’re like an English Everton.
Or something.
